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vee-xxo · 11 months

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You and Your Friends - Warning

HELLO!!!! This part was originally gonna be much longer, but tumblr kept messing up my drafts and I had to rewrite it a few times. And instead of keeping u waiting, I decided to just post this as it is as a single part/chapter. I hope you still enjoy!

this is a Bakugou x Y/N slowburn

Warnings!!!: bad words, Bakugou is mean 😔

Genre: slice of life!

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After breakfast, the class started bit by bit making their way out the dorms and to the school building. It was strange going to school and seeing the same people you've been seeing all morning already, felt a lot less lonely than it might feel at home to some, Y/N thought to herself.

"What do we even have now? I totes just forgot our entire schedule." Mina looked up with a finger to her lips.

"Mhm? Uhh, I dunno, English I think." Y/N muttered after having been pulled out of her thoughts again.

They reached the school's entrance along with many others. Walking up the stairs and into the giant hallway. U.A's hallways were about the width of an average street, and the height of a small house. It was hard not to get intimidated by it all when applying here.

Now however, the students were already used to it all, and the hallway that had been empty just a few minutes ago, was now echoing with the sound of student's footsteps and chatter.

"Man!" Kaminari exclaimed as they all reached their classroom. "Ever since the dorms I haven't been late once!"

"Yeah, not on the class rep's watch!" Sero added with his signature grin.

"It's real nice spending the morning with everyone now!" Kirishima joined in. "I mean, even I thought it'd be a bit awkward with privacy and stuff, but it's been fun! Right neighbour?"

He grinned over to Bakugou, who was just about to take his seat.

"Shut up dumbass." Sneered Bakugou. "AND STOP COMING TO MY ROOM! If you're so worried about privacy how 'bout you leave me some!!"

"Aw hey, I'm just checking up on you, buddy!" Kirishima frowned, to which Bakugou just huffed while plopping into his chair.

While her classmates chatted, Y/N's head throbbed with a dull ache. She sat down with a hand on her forehead.

The chatter died down entirely once the class's homeroom teacher, Aizawa, entered the room. He was rubbing his tired eyes with his thumb and index finger as he walked up to his desk. Y/N looked up in slight surprise, as she had expected Present Mic to enter and begin the day with an English lesson.

The other students seemed surprised aswell, some tensing up slightly at what he might announce.

"Good morning class. As you can see, we've changed today's schedule a bit. It's been a while anyway..." He said, nonchalantly as ever.

More student's eyes had widened, knowing exactly just what he might say next.

Aizawa looked up, the corners of his lips rising slowly as his mouth cracked open into a grin. Further and further confirming the student's greatest fears.

"It's time for a pop quiz!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

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Once the bell rang, a few of the students quickly ran to leave their classroom as though it was keeping them hostage, to escape the shame and terror they felt from the sudden pop quiz.

"Hey no-" lida gasped and quickly jumped out of his seat, almost tripping over himself. "No running in the halls!" He yelled, as he ran after the others, pointing a hasty hand at them.

Meanwhile Kaminari fiddled around with a piece of paper which he was frantically trying to pull out of his bag. When he finally got it out, he ran to Aizawas desk, slapping it on the pile of papers already there, consisting of everyone's homework for the day.

Upon a second glance, Sero could tell how crinkled and foldy the paper was. "Hey, I told you not to crumble it too much!"

"Sorry! I almost forgot to bring it and just sorta stuffed it in my bag! Atleast I handed it in on time though!" Kaminari pointed a thumbs up to his friend.

Mina groaned, leaning back in her chair with a hand on her stomach. "Ughh, we've still got three lessons until lunch, but I'm already hungry again!"

To this, Tsuyu put a finger to her lip. "We just had breakfast about an hour ago, Mina."

Another groan escaped both Mina, and also Y/N. Y/N, who was sat between Mina and Tsu, also leaned back, running both of her hands up her forehead and through her hair. Next she crouched back down, folding her arms and resting her head on her desk.

"Are you okay by the way? You barely even had breakfast, Y/N." Tsuyu added. Mina turned around to look at the other girls, her eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"I'm okay. I'll just lay down on this table and pass out for the next seven hours, or I'll just die. Whatever. Doesn't matter." Y/N muttered mostly to herself.

The other girls could only share a worried look. Tsu had just opened her mouth to say something, when suddenly a louder, harsher voice forced it's way into the conversation

"Your dumbassery catching up on you?"

"Hey! Leave her alone!" Mina gasped at Bakugou, putting a protective hand on Y/N's head.

"Its her own fault for acting like a fucking idiot. Hey, weren't you at the top of the class just a month ago or so?" He taunted Y/N.

The other student's eyes flickered between them. Mina was just about to retort, but Y/N cut her off.

"Since when are you so conversational? Didn't think you cared that much about me. Stay outta my business, headass." Y/N snapped back, glaring up at him.

"HEY! I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU DO!" Bakugou yelled. "Just thought you were stronger than this. You've been slacking for a while now, can't even put up a good fight anymore."

Just then Kirishima came running to the rescue. "Hey, hey! What's going on here? What's got you so worked up all of a sudden?" He put a hand on Bakugou's shoulder, only for it to be pushed away.

"I'm saying you're fucking yourself over with whatever you're doing. It's pissing me off." He warned Y/N. His eyes squinting and his brows furrowed. Y'N's eyes flickered between him and the rest of the class, her mouth open in confusion at his accusation. He simply t'ched before leaving the classroom without another word.

Y/N wanted to snap back, but there was no more room for a witty comeback. Only a glance to give Kirishima as he shrugged and smiled apologetically.

Mina's eyes followed Bakugou as he left, her brows furrowed and lips slightly pursed as she softly shook her head in disapproval. Then she turned her head back to Y/N, a determined look in her eyes.

"Ignore him!" She said. But Y/N only looked up at her, almost disbelievingly, before quickly closing her own eyes and letting go of a long sigh.

"Whatever, I'm too tired for this."

Kirishima took a few steps closer to stand right next to the girls. "To be fair, I don't know what he means either. S'not very manly, just blowing up on someone like that for no reason..."

"It's whatever." Y/N replied. "He's just projecting some shit again. Probably got his own problems setting him off like that." She added, changing the topic primarily to Bakugou.

They all looked at each other for a second, before Kirishima took some quick steps to the exit. "I'll uh, I'll go and talk to him!" He said, before also disappearing out through the door.

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therhythmafterthesummer · 1 year

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I’ve read afraid to lose you a few times now and while I am a angst I guess you can call it enjoyer it made me so sad to read abt them arguing and her leaving him. I can’t even imagine how bad that first night without her there was like him pacing around or just staring at his phone wondering if he should call her 😭 I imagine his anger instantly kind of died as soon as she walked out the door

omg kjdhfskjdhf it even made me sad, and i knew what was going to happen😭 so i get it

you didn't ask for it, but here's how i think it all went down after she left the flat that night:

the second she stepped out of the flat Chris realised he Fucked Up. he Panicked and he wasn't really reasoning properly. now, every single one of his instincts were telling him to go look for his pretty girl and apologise.

but.... she asked for space before she left. there was no way he could just go out there and follow her without breaking her trust.

was he upset because of how she talked to him? yes. was he upset at himself for how he reacted to the entire thing? also yes.

for him, it was just so ridiculous that his girlfriend would want to turn. why would she even want to risk her life like that? did she not know how dangerous turning a human into a werewolf was? especially when she was already an adult.

he started pacing around, pulling at his hair, his heart heavy in his chest as he just replayed the encounter time and time again in his head.

Chris wasn't worried about the fact that she left. He knew were she would go. or he liked to think he knew... his best guess was that she'd try to go to her mum's, but how would she get there? she can't drive, it was past midnight.... would she stay at one of their packmate's flat?

as if on cue, someone was knocking at his door. there was a tiny spark of hope in him that it'd be her coming back, but he knew she wouldn't. there was no way she would. she asked for space, she couldn't stand to see him, she was gone.

he didn't answer. he just stared at the door. until he started hearing the beep beep beeps of the keypad and saw Changbin pop his head into the flat

"i know you gave me the code for emergencies... your girlfriend just knocked on my door, a whole crying mess. i figured this is an emergency"

oh, how that simple statement made his heart ache. his girl was crying. crying because of him. he was the Worst.

he suddenly felt angry. pissed. there was a bit of a back and forth between Chris and Changbin--it was mostly just Chris shoving Changbin around, trying to rile him up, because if Changbin got Angry, he'd Fight, and if he'd Fight, Chris could Forget, you know?

"Stop doing this! You know I'm stronger than you, I didn't come here to fight, idiot", Changbin holds Chris by the shoulders, trying to shake some sense into him, and Chris crumbled.

it all hurt so much. he hardly ever cried in front of his packmates, but it was just something he couldn't stop. so Changbin simply hugged him, gave him some reassuring pats on the back and caressed his hair a bit. "it'll be fine, Chris. I'm sure".

but what if it wasn't? what if his prettiest decided this was a breaking point for her? just the thought of it had Chris spiralling.

Changbin's phone vibrated in the pockets of his shorts. it was his spicy gingerbread telling him she was taking their pack mum to her mother's house now, which Changbin told Chris immediately.

somehow, knowing it was her taking his girl to her mum's house made him feel just the tiniest bit better. at least she wouldn't be in danger...

"do you...want me to say tonight?" Changbin asked Chris, and after a few moments of consideration, he just nodded, wiping his tears away, unable to keep Changbin's gaze at all.

"wolf snuggles?" Changbin asked again, and Chris nodded again.

they shifted into their wolf forms and curled up in a fluffy ball by the sofa (they couldn't lay on it, nor Chris' bed, they are just too big in their wolf forms).

they stayed like that for a while. every once in a while Chris would huff, or whine, and even snuggle closer to Changbin.

and in the end, he was grateful his friend came over. he wasn't really sure what would've been of him that night without Changbin.

the next day, he just glued himself to his phone, hoping his beloved would call. he'd wait for as long as necessary. for days if he had to...

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cbsxreader · 1 year

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If you're not too busy and literally whenever you find time (I mean it, literally no worries)

Could I request CBS reclining in a chair or hiding in his snipers nest spotting his S/O through his scopes lens and forgetting about his target entirely.

Cw: (Swearing, asassination, cheesy af)

Christian spotting his S/o and getting distracted

Christian's POV:

I climb the final steps of the ladder leading up to my nest. I reach the top and take a look around.

"Oi haven't been here in a while.."

Everything looks like it's about to crumble beneath my feet. Either I didn't mind it when I came up here regularly or it really has been a while since..

I take a few steps forward, slightly bending down to look outside through the nest's wall opening. I search for my target and spot someone who looked similair to the picture I was given. I fling my rifle from my shoulder and look through my scope. It's him. I smile and chuckle to myself.

Looking over my shoulder, I spot a crate by the wall. I place my rifle down and bring the crate over to the spot where I'm going to snipe my target. The floor slightly creaks as I sit down.

Fuck, better kill the target and get out of here before this toothpick contraption bails out on me...

I push my shoulders back, preparing for my rifle's recoil.

"Roight, let's get this over with." I say to myself as I look through the scope again.

The bloke's still there. I steadily aim at his head and put my finger on the trigger.

"Say goodbye to your head, mate!" I whisper to myself, grin forming on my face.

Then something behind the target went by. Or someone. I couldn't get a glimpse of their face but they seemed famillair. I scrunch up my face in slight confusion. I had seen those clothes somewhere...Could it be?..

I quickly avert the scope to the direction where I had seen this familair figure go.

"Bloody hell, it is them!" My eyes widen.

I see my love through the scope, my mood immediately becoming better at the sight of them. A grin grows on my face again. Only this time, I smile because of a heart-warming feeling inside my chest, not because I was about to kill a man. Before we were in a relationship, I had denied this feeling over and over again, but..it felt..nice once I embraced it. Because of them, I wasn't ashamed or embarrased about it and I've never been happier in my life. It's hard to believe, sure. Me, the mighty and feared Christian Brutal Sniper, turned out to be able to love someone.

There was just something about them that made me feel things I had never felt towards someone before. For the whole time we've been together, I've been trying to figure out what it was. What exactly made me love them.

I let my muscles relax as I continue to watch my love through the scope. Maybe it's their style? Their personality? Their looks? Their rutine and habits? Their voice? Their smile?? I really couldn't put a finger on what I found so attractive in them.

Ah, piss and what if they need comforting and I don't know what to say?..What then?

I rise up from my scope in my realisation.

Fuck..I don't know how to comfort a person..even if they weren't my partner I wouldn't know what to do..Maybe I would just assure them that I will always love them..But then they can ask for something specific and then I'm screwed again..Has love always been this difficult??..

I look through the scope again and spot my partner.

Alright, what do I like about them..hm..They always cheer me up!..Even now, without knowing it. That's one. Uhh...They always look good..oh, wait, people don't like it when someone says that they like them for their looks..Maybe if I say 'their style' it won't sound so bad..nevermind, that's still kinda about looks. Don't people say it as a compliment?

"I like your style." I say outloud, listening to my words.

Nah, people usually use a plain old "I like you"...this word play can go to hell...

Wait, have I ever actually told them that I love them?..No, I definetely have..a few times...

Suddenly, someone approaches my partner. Oh shit, it's my target.

I aim at his head and quickly pull the trigger. A shot rings out and the bloke's forehead is ruined. My partner falls back from shock and I decide to check up on them.

"Don't worry, love! It's just me!" I call out to them from my nest.

They turn to my direction and look up. They're still clearly in shock and trying to steady their breathing, staring at me with wide eyes. Maybe I should come down..

A bit later

"You alright?" I ask as I approach them.

"You scared the living hell out of me.." My love spoke.

"Yeah, Oi kinda got distracted and forgot about my target.." I rub the back of my neck, feeling guilt about not warning them about my mission.

"Why did you get distracted?" My love asks.

"Oi..um." I stumble over my words "..well Oi saw you and couldn't stop thinkin' of ya'.."

My love's cheeks became flushed "Oh..is that so?" A smile rises on their face.

"Yeah..." I cann't help but smile along with my partner. I avoid their gaze though.

A moment of silence falls upon us.

Should I tell them?

"Sweetheart?.."

"Yes, Christian?"

I get lost in their eyes before speaking up.

"I love you."

My love's eyes slightly widen. They let out a light, heartful laugh before looking at me again "Where did that come from?"

"Whot? I can't say that Oi love you?" I smile again and slightly turn my head to the side.

Their smile fades a bit "It's just..you don't say it much. You don't really say these kinds of things at all."

"Oi know" I start "Oi was left alone with my thoughts for too long and realized that Oi haven't been open to you, so Oi decided to do something about it."

Another small moment of silence passes.

"Well, in that case.." My love speaks up again. They gently place their hands on either sides of my face and bring their lips to mine. The kiss is a bit short, but I am eager to hear what my partner will say.

"I love you too, Christian."

Btw I'm so sorry to anyone whose requests I still haven't finished. (I'm still struggling with school asignments and motivation, but I'm still going to try my best for you all :,) )

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bangytell · 10 months

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"I will be your guardian when all is crumbling." Never Say Never –The Fray

Summary: Jimin is back and he's here to finally let out the truth

Pairing: fairy!jimin x f reader

Genre: Friends to lovers

Rated: +18

Word count: 688

a/n: This have been sitting on my drafts for sooo long, enjoy.

Jimin rambles about all the things he had done keeping the oblivious you forget what Taehyung said. His smile lights up your living room while you check on Taehyung's wounds.

"It healed fast" you state in surprise

"That was you" a shy smile appears on your mouth and he knows you don't understand the real meaning of his words.

"Taehyung, can we talk?" Jimin came into your room

"We can" he said and you went outside to leave apple pie on your tree house. You've heard of another garden fairy and maybe he liked apples.

Inside your house the shouts were loud and you were scared.

"She needs to know or else!" Taehyung said

"Or else? She is my human Taehyung you don't get to decide that!" he answered and you were trying to hold yourself not to fall

"I respect that, but I know that she can protect herself, even you, she is not a helpless girl and, whether you tell her or I will do it." he started the way out and saw you there, Jimin came along too

"J-.. Jimin, What is it that I need to know?" your voice cracked looking at his eyes, he didn't put his gaze away

"You… You are a nephilim"

"What is that exactly?"

"Immortals with the looks of a human" Taehyung spoke

"Why did I never find out about this?"

"I wanted to, you deserve a normal life" Jimin reached closer trying to grip your arm, you avoided gazing him in hurt

"And not knowing the truth would make that happen?" Jimin was startled with the sharp tone

"I thought it would,I was present when your mother gave birth to you, she was an angel, she wanted to make sure that you get a long and peaceful life, she begged me to keep you away from the truth"

"You lied to me" you squeaked and ran outside with Jimin trying to follow, with a faster pace than his, he saw you leave with his chest full of regrets.

You climbed to that tree where you and Taehyung used to climb together.

The tears soon appeared, the person you love the most has been lying to you your entire life.

A presence was next to you with a worried expression, he hummed in a try to get attention.

"Hmm?" A little fairy was sitting looking at you cry "I don't seem to know you"

"You don't, but i like your apple pie" he said

"You do?" He nods in answer

"Jimin made you cry?"

"You know Jimin?" He chuckle and a bunny smile greets you

"For centuries, I'm Jungkook by the way"

"Nice to meet you Jungkook"

"I've never seen a Nephilim up close, you're beautiful" you flustered at his words

"Thank you?" He chuckled again

"So you know now, I knew Jimin didn't told you before"

"How do you know?"

"I'm your other garden fairy, well I like your garden the most so I stay around, I don't have a human"

"Can I have two garden fairy?"

"I don't know if you can only have one" his big doe eyes were full of hope

"Then I have two" he chuckled in joy "I like your eyes Jungkook, they're big and full of stars" he flustered this time

"You really think that?" You smiled and nod in agreement

"I do! I better get home now, I don't want to worry anyone, wanna come?" He nod and flew down waiting for you to come down

Walking back home was quiet but never uncomfortable, Jungkook flew a little further than you.

Jimin was at your swing on the porch, his head was hidden between his knees on his human form, reaching him from down to get his face on your palms. His tears were slowly falling from his eyes.

"Oh, don't cry Jimin…" he smirked and you cleaned his tears with the dip of the thumbs, he saw the fairy on your shoulder

"Jungkook? You finally talked to her!" He smiled

"You made her cry so I talked to her, why do you look like that?"

"Let's get inside, yes?"

©️bangytell please do not copy or steal my work, any translation can’t be done this is the only way to read it.

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allylikethecat · 4 months

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life is stressful right now lol but seeing any kind of ally update eases my mind so i was wondering about 17, 18, and 24 for the writer asks! hope you’re well!! 🥰

Oh no! I'm sorry to hear that life is stressful right now 🥺 I'm at least happy to hear that my updates can help in any way shape or form! Is there a specific fic you would like to see me update next? If so I will try by very best to get it done next! Also - sending you lots of good vibes!! ✨

Thank you so much for sending in these fic writer questions! If anyone else wants to send some my way the list can be found here!

17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

So many things. After all the research I did for the A&E fic I was like "I am basically a medical professional" and all my friends that ACTUALLY work in health care were like "lol you are barely qualified to hand out bandaids" and I was like... "well I guess you're right." My google searches while working on that one were WILD I kept getting popups from Google with crisis management hotlines telling me I wasn't alone 😭 The DUMBEST thing I learned while researching a fic was for the Infection Verse Christmas Fic, and that was when I learned that Belgium is only a 2 hour train ride from London which sparked an entire debate in my friend group about how when we all went to the UK last year, and I was suckered into going back to Paris (my least favorite city) for the night, I could have gone to Belgium and had a BELGIUM WAFFLE IN BELGIUM for a shorter train ride. Don't worry though, I've made such a big deal about it that I'm going to get my waffle when I go back this summer 😎 The things we learn while researching fic lol

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

Another line I really liked is from the Infection Fic Verse Christmas Fic - It's Christmas (So This is Gonna Be a Nightmare) It gave me Pete Wentz vibes personally, and it might seem pretentious and ridiculous to the reader but WOW did it make me go hell yeah this is ridiculous and I love it: Despite how fucking happy he was, he also couldn’t recall a time when he had been more paranoid that one wrong move could send the fragile house of cards that was his life crumbling down around him like waves against the shore beating down a sandcastle.

24. Share a moodboard for (one of) your current WIP(s).

Oh god, okay SO I've never made a moodboard before BUT I have just attempted to throw one together for my upcoming Equestrian AU - all of the pictures came from Pintrest I apologize if this is horrific my Equestrian AU is my self indulgent baby at the moment which is why it is the fic that gets the mood board lol I also have no idea if I even did this right because I've never made one before...

Thank you so much for sending in this ask and for reading and for your continued support! I hope things start to get less stressful and that you have a great rest of your week!

❤️Ally

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taoofshigeru · 1 year

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What Else To Do But Talk? (Partitio Yellowil x Ori)

Partitio and Ori spend time at a tavern. (~2200 words)

A sequel to this fic, with the same warning. Giga-turbo Octopath Traveler 2 endgame spoilers ahead!

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Since Ori came to, the two of them had spent a lot of time not talking.

Which was good because she had no idea how she was going to elucidate on any of this.

Partitio was just always there. He was a familiar grip on her hand, a glass of water or a flip for her pillow when she did find the few words needed to ask for it. And whenever he wasn't, that apothecary Castti wasn't fussing over her wound, changing her bandages or making sure she swallowed all her medicine.

And so her body got better. She felt her strength returning by the day, but it didn't to much to alleviate the pit in the bottom of her stomach. Her sins were many, and they were not going away just because one woman stuck hard to a policy of treating the sick until they weren't and one man was nicer to her than she had any right to expect.

Still, she didn't think about leaving. Not after that first talk with Partitio. She remembered being held in his arms, crying like she never had in her entire life. And the walls in her heart, walls she had built up with a lot of training and practice in information warfare, had crumbled into so many hills of sand. It made it hard to find some things, mentally.

But it also made her more open, or at least less resistant, to new things. So when Castti told her she was ready for some outside air, and later when showed up with a modest pink dress with a frilly white collar that happened to be Ori's size, she found herself shrugging and getting changed.

"Remember, she's ready for walking, but she still needs to be treated with care." Castti, who now had six other patients in Oresrush to attend to but was still fussing over Ori's outfit, had been insistent that no patient of hers would go out in Partito's old rags. "She's back to sleep in her bed tonight, or we'll be having words, young man."

"Yup, nothin' to worry about there." Partitio, her escort for the night, was cordial and chipper about the whole thing. "Lookin' pretty good there, Ori."

"Uh, okay?" She was feeling light-headed already. "Are we really going out for dinner? You should know, I don't even have a leaf to my name."

"Aw shucks, I guess ya lost my calling card." He fished around in his pocket and came out with a single silver leaf. "But since we're already friends, I'm happy to put up a spare."

"Your business card." She smiled and clutched the single silver leaf in one hand, gripping it so, so tightly. "That's so like you. You took a mildly maladroit misunderstanding and turned it into yet another one of those ridiculously charming things you do without even trying!"

"Aw shucks." She must've imagined him getting flushed a little in the flickering light by the doorframe. "Follow me, we're goin' out for a change of pace." He held out his hand, callused from years of mine labor.

She gripped the merchant's hand with hers and let him pull her along the town's main street…

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She ended up following him to a tavern.

It was a well-kept place in a corner of town, off the main street but not too far off. Partitio was met with cheers as he walked in, as well as questions about his cute lady friend. He smiled and deflected him, just about as shy as Ori had remembered him. Everything she learned about this man had reinforced her two initial impressions. One, he absolutely was this kind. Two, he absolutely was this cool.

They reached the table, and one of the barmaids came by to get their order. Partitio got a mug of hops-brewed stuff from the Conning Creek Distillery. Ori settled for plum juice. She wasn't much of a drinker, anyhow.

They made small talk until the drinks arrived. After her first sip, she opened with the question that had been bothering her ever since she woke up. "I guess you got to my brother before he made it to Vidania, huh?"

"Aw, no, that eagleboro fella' succeeded all right. Tossed," He coughed his throat loudly, "lit off the flame and called Vide down."

"Oh." She felt really small all of a sudden. "So Vide must've hurt a lot more people." She took a sip of her mug of plum juice to avoid talking. To avoid considering all that extra suffering that now lay at her feet. She took a big quaff in the hopes that downing it might buy her more time than a sip would.

"Nah, me'n the friends got there first. Handled it 'fore it got outta hand." He shrugged.

Ori spat out her entire mouthful of plum juice.

"You're telling me you BEAT Vide?" Purple liquid was dripping down her cheeks, and all over the table. But she was too shocked, too flabbergasted to care. "You're telling me your chummy cadre of compatriots gobsmacked the god of shadow? In a fight?"

"Hehe, whew there, Ori." Partitio, now soaked in purple fruit juice, fanned himself with his hat. "Sure, Vide was a tough hunk of evil, purpler than this here plum juice. But he wasn't nothin' the eight of us couldn't take on together." There was that grin, that gods-damned grin she had fallen so hard for. "I could tell ya the fun story. Give ya a scoop?"

She leaned in close, arms reaching down to pull out a notebook that was, of course, nowhere in her pocket. "You have to tell me how this happened!" Fumbling around, she grabbed one of the white napkins off the table. Partitio handed her a pen from out of his pocket, and she began scribbling furiously.

"So the first thing that happened was Castti poked 'em right in the eye with a spear. And then…"

…

"So then I told 'em." He leaned in with a conspiratorial tone. "Ya know, if you're gonna take over the world, plunge it into shadow or whatnot, don't ya think you'll be needin' a solid base of funds?"

"And he just, listened?"

"Well, not at first. He tried to cast a spell that would'a turned me into a statue, but Throné had me covered and it just rockified a few of his scales instead. And I kept talkin', outlinin' the case for why that fella might just wanna have twenty thousand clams in the back pocket. And there was a lotta maniacal laughin', a lotta 'The Night Will Claim You'," His voice hit a falsetto for the impression.

"Pfft!" Ori had no idea whether the impersonation was accurate, but she knew she found it funny. "Go on, you boisterous buckaroo." She was still furiously taking notes. With the borrowed pen on yet another napkin.

"But I could tell I was talkin' my way into it. Then later on, big guy was windin' up with a punch that woulda knocked Temenos and Osvald eight hundred leagues underwater. And ya know what I said?"

"Ohh, what?"

"Fifty thousand leaves will buy you a mighty fine torture dungeon." He chuckled. "And I just plopped 'em down on the other side of the dais and gave big purple this look."

Ori stared at him in dubious disbelief. "And Vide just, went over there to grab it? Skipped the whole attack."

"That he did. Ate the money like candy, too, which I ain't never seen before and don't plan on seein' again." He lifted his flass to take a drink and realized it was empty. "The mercs I hired were kinda sour about whole thing. Fair's fair, guess it kinda cut inta their salary." He cast the mug aside and shrugged innocently. "Next thing ya know, Osvald's back on his feet, stunnin' him with One True Magic (II) and then Ochette bit 'em in the face and the fella weren't gettin' back up again after that. Most don't. Nah, he just griped a little and then slunk right back into the dark."

"You did it, you really did it!" Ori tossed the twenty-third napkin full of scribble scrawl onto the pile she had been building. She had been too enraptured by Partitio's tale of doom deferred to realize she was now out of napkins, or that the tavern was mostly empty. "You and your genial group of good eggs looked malice in the evil eye and said Evil? Nay!" The silence that followed was deafening.

Or maybe that was just because the pub was entirely empty, aside from the two of them and the bartender. Who was giving them a look. Oh no.

Partitio meanwhile, was counting out coins into a small sack. When he was finished, he hefted the thing and threw it in a perfect arc to the owner of the tavern. "Why don't I lock up tonight, pardner?"

He nodded wryly. "Why am I not surprised?" He finished cleaning the last glass, then walked over to their table and slapped a key on their table. "Noon tomorrow, buddy."

"You got it."

He had cleared out, and the two sat in silence before Ori finally let out with what had been on her mind. "So, what am I supposed to do now?"

"How d'ya mean?" He didn't seem confused. More like he just wanted to hear her talk.

"How am I supposed to live my life?" She shook her head. "Now that I decided I want to live one? My brother's gone, my profession was always a cover, and my old 'friends' are about to get hauled off to inquisition but good. I have to start from nothing. Worse than that, I have a dozen balance sheets' worth of blood on my hands. Blood I'll never be able to wash off. And that, facing up to that is terrifying." Her voice cracked a little.

"C'mon now, Ori." Partitio shook his head. "You might be in some pretty dire straits, but ya can't have nothin' so long as you're alive. What is it ya like?"

She was struck by the straightforward nature of his assertion. The idea that yes, someone like her could be worth something. "I, I haven't really ever thought about that. …I don't think there's anything."

"Really? 'Cause I thought ya liked words." He grinned at her hefting up his empty mug to gesture at the stack of napkins. "Yer always puttin' em together in real pretty ways that simple folk like me could never manage."

"I, I do? But writing was just…" She thought back to all the articles she had written. To those moments when her pen had come alive. The moment she found just the right word in the treasure trove of terminology inside her think tank to make a headline glow. And she realized, herself. "…my favorite part of being alive. You're right."

"See now, that's a start." He rose up and took the key off the table. "We better be gettin' home soon, tho, or Castti will chew my ear off for keepin' a recovering patient out past sunrise."

She clutched at the stack of napkins, which she suddenly knew was her first step to something bigger. Her next words were whispered under her breath "…until I met you."

The tycoon was polite enough, after shutting up the tavern door with a padlock, to offer her his hand for the walk back.

"Partitio?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. For everything." She sighed deeply, then looked up at him in the flickering torchlight. "I, I think there's one more thing I like. Something I want." She squeezed his palm again, then re-gripped it, lacing her fingers in with his.

"Eh? And what's that?" He looked down at her curiously as she wrapped her other arm around his.

"I want someone who knows how to see people. Someone who knows right from wrong, and can teach me to see the good in people too." Leaning in, hoping he would notice. "I think that'd help me uh, write better."

"Gee uh," Partitio scratched the back of his head, "I think you're a pretty good judge of character yourself, as it happens."

"Are all my innuendos really not getting traction here? They're starting to feel more like innuendon'ts." She turned her face away from him, pretending to sulk.

"Heheh, that one went over my head. Try again, though?" Did he get what she was trying to say?

Gods be damned, she was going to make sure he would. She pulled him down with as much force as her tired, weakened limbs could muster. It was enough to bring his head down low. Low enough for her to hit the big, sloppy softie with a bigger, sloppier kiss. His lips, rough and chapped by desert sands, somehow manged to be gentle as he leaned forward to return the gesture. "I love you, you tender-yet-titillating tycoon. Do you need me to stamp the headline on your face? Again?!" She wiped her lips off. "Gods, you taste like plum juice."

He smiled back at her. "Nah, nah, I think I got that one." It was a smile she still had trouble feeling like she deserved, but she was willing to accept that it was a smile he meant for her. That was progress.

~End~

Part 3

#spoilers #octopath 2 spoilers #octopath traveler 2 #suicide #tw suicide #octopath ori #partitio yellowil #to reiterate #These two forever and ever #Partitio x Ori Brainrot II #This one is overall fluffier #Still not over some of the more hilarious things you can technically do to Vide #You can have Partitio “negotiate” with Vide to have the wicked god skip their own turn #And that's something only he can do #It's a testament to just how charming this commie cowboy can be #But also it's endlessly amusing to imagine how that might actually work #I like to imagine Ori's scrivener persona isn't entirely an act and she likes to play with words so this is about that #fic #octopath traveler 2 fic

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wearequeer-andwearehere · 2 years

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*sigh*

I'm scared. I'm almost 20, and I've been so sure for all my life that I'm straight. I've thought about whether or not I'm straight before, and the conclusion as always been that I AM straight.

Then I meet a girl, and she's great. I'm crushing on her pretty hard. I've admired girls before, but this feels different. Before, I didn't think of taking a girl on a date. To tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. To wrap my arms around her neck. To kiss her. And my thoughts and feelings have gone past the sfw. I've been imagining how sex would be like with a girl, and I found that there are parts of the activity that seems more pleasing to do with a girl compared to a guy. (Though I don't imagine doing it with my crush specifically. It's with girls in general.)

I realize that this, the imagining of dates and gushing and giddiness, is the exact process that I go through when liking a guy. This time though, it's not a guy that I like.

But that's not what scares me. What scares me is the unsure permanence of these feelings. Are they here to stay? Or will they eventually disappear? I found this label that I seem to resonate with, but if this whole thing ends up being temporary, wouldn't I be an ass for identifying as something that isn't straight? Wouldn't I be intruding a space that isn't meant for me in the first place?

Sorry if this is long. I'm just really confused and lost about it, especially with the last question.

Okay, mate, breathe. It’s gonna be alright.

Discovering this shit can be scary, and this feeling of impermanence, of being scared, like there’s foundations of a building crumbling beneath you, this is pretty normal. You’re not alone in this, a Lot of queer people feel this way. Hell, I felt like this when I found out I was gay.

I need you to realise something important, and I’m not sure if you’ve realised it.

We spend a lot of our lives thinking of The Self as immutable, a one true person, this is who I am and it will never change. This is not true. Stop thinking of *you* as something permanent and unchangeable. Stop trying to find yourself and start creating yourself.

HEY. If you do end up straight (very unlikely my friend straight girls don’t think about sex with other girls this much) you will NOT in ANYWAY have been an ass, okay?

This is a space for people who are figuring themselves out, learning to be themselves. If you think you’re gay then realise you’re not, that’s like, totally fine. Queerness is about self expression and finding your identity. If you give it thought and time and realise you’re straight, you come away with a deeper understanding of yourself.

You are not intruding. Questioning people are welcome in the queer community.You. Are. Not. Intruding. You are welcome here, no matter what your sexuality turns out to be.

Kiddo, it’s gonna be fine, okay? It’s gonna be fine. We welcome you with open fuckin arms, and we’re gonna help you as much as we can. You are loved, and you are welcome.

Permanence does not matter. The future is not something for you to worry about. Right now, you like girls. That’s what is happening now. That might change, it might not. Right now, just make peace with the present. Things have a funny way of sorting themselves out and you’ll be alright.

I don’t have much to say other than the typical cheesy live in the moment, but I’m saying this with complete seriousness.

I thought I was ace for a bit, but I’m not. I got so many things—a better understanding of ace identities, better understanding of how to be an ally to the ace community, learned how to deconstruct internalised allonormativity. And a community so welcoming and loving and reassuring. This is pretty much what the entire queer community is like.

You are welcome and loved, whether you end up straight or gay or bi or pan or anything else. Let go of your worries and take a deep breath. Be who you are *now* and let the future sort itself out.

#ask #anon #helping out a questioning person

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kirinoodles · 1 year

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[vw: ab*se, racism, d*ath/s*icide mentions, childhood trauma]

i do not need to get off social media, i need to absolutely DIVE IN IT as much as i can. shit happens way too worse irl than in my cellphone, besides that if i don't like something i see on my dash i can just scroll past it, or, even sign for the algorithm not recommend that type of content. while in real life, you just can't escape your problems, you can't just 'block' someone physically to stop seeing them, you can't just act as if there's a setting as an escape for your problems, a "do not disturb" is mostly unavailable for most people, most targeting teens without privacy and people with disturbed lives and minds who need a break but sometimes even they can't bring themselves to relax, and i get that way too well. about the first phrase, i just had to literally step out of a serious conversation about my abuser (a-hem a familiar in which i have to keep more contact with than i wished) saying racist shit and i just couldn't take it by being overloaded with that so i literally felt the NEED to scroll through tumblr continuously until i felt better. gladly now i live away from my abuser and live sorta relieved, but only heavens knows how i felt embarrassed, suffocated and helpless at the time i lived with that person. i literally had my phone at ALL TIMES, actually all the time when i was home, or around them, or people I didn't know. i noticed a time ago of being free of that bout how much anxiety it gave me, feeling like i was being watched at all times, that i couldn't let my guard down with anyone, that i had to hide and blend in, never be in the spotlight, and specially by having such post-traumatic fear of adults. of talking to them, and specially opening up or talking about my feelings, god forbid i ever talked about how i felt. i could try, but every time i did i felt so overwhelmed, as if my whole world was gonna crumble and if i would only be frozen up so i wouldn't be able to do nothing about it. had times i would rather literally kill myself than to speak of my feelings with them. my trust issues started out with everyone, but as being easier to relate and talk with those around my age, i felt it was easier to have a conversation about problems with my teen friends, as a specially concerning detail being that subconsciously, i knew they wouldn't be able to solve or help me with my problems even if they knew about it. i always had this fear of people being interventional in my life and feeling like i was bothering them. so, coming back to the first topic once again (i get lost by problem roots more once than never) that's why i also felt relief in having internet friends, specially by insecurity of my own appearance and being visibly weird and anxious around people. i didn't had to worry about them sharing my secrets to anyone i may know and concern, plus i always felt so much comforted and heard, which seeing texts messages meant much more deep in my eyes than be hearing those same words from an acquaintance. i felt like in my online identity, i didn't had to worry about who i actually was and i didn't had any issues that couldn't be dealt with. i felt like, i actually had some structure and control over my life, even though it technically wasn't my "real" one. it was an air vent out of hell, and i held by that through my entire childhood. that might serve as a problem now living in a healthy environment for trying to make friends outside of my phone, but i know i'll work it out and make it through. i just wanna thank the internet for being there (yes i know how stupid that sounds) and that i'm so grateful for being raised in the tech era, that feeling of warmth by it miiiight be by the 'emotionally unavailable parents and social anxiety led me to fuck up the stranger danger lesson' trauma archetype, but eh, who cares at all? it made me survive and made me surprisingly still be alive enough to try graduating. so, thank you every single cool being online for making my life better and my child self laugh while sailing through the storm, so i hope you have a great day today <3.

#i love the internet #vent post

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quartervois · 1 year

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@sadtempo

what the fuck is happening?

things go from zero to nine thousand real quick as julian watches izzy seemingly speed run through all five stages of grief in the span of a minute. and julian thought he was a dramatic fuck. once izzy’s worries finally process, he can’t help laughing; and yeah, he should probably be a bit more supportive and comforting, but julian’s never been the type.

❝ izzy. it’s fine. really. first of all, don’t gas her up or she’ll never shut up about the 90s and how modern fashion is a crumbling empire or whatever. second, the only person she hates is her personal trainer 'cause he doesn’t let her eat carbs during the week. and third, she’s definitely not gonna say anything about your outfit, 'cause she’s not a total bitch like i am. if you’re really worried about it, though… ❞

julian sighs and takes out his phone, pulling izzy to his feet by the hand with some difficulty. he snaps a few quick photos of izzy from all angles and attaches them to an email, thumbs flying across the tiny keyboard with ease as he labels the subject 🚨🚨urgent 🚨🚨!!!!!!! and presses send.

❝ there. my stylist is gonna send a bunch of stuff to my house, so you can try it all on once we get there. now can you stop having a mental breakdown so we can go get dinner? ❞ julian raises an eyebrow, pocketing his phone again before he pulls izzy in by the front of the shirt.

❝ you’re worrying over nothing. trust me, ❞ julian says with a sigh as he tries to think of something slightly more reassuring. ❝ i’ll stop making fun of your cardigans. swear. ❞

𝘐𝘡𝘡𝘠 𝘉𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘒𝘌𝘋 𝘈 𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘜𝘛𝘌 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘕 𝘑𝘜𝘓𝘐𝘈𝘕 𝘈𝘚𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘌𝘋 𝘏𝘐𝘔 it would all work out. He wasn't entirely sold and absentmindedly began tugged at the neck of his sweater and taking deliberate and calming breaths. Maybe he was overreacting. Worrying over nothing. But how could he not? Julian was the single most important person in his life at present and while he was excited to meet those within his boyfriend's inner circle, he knew he was different from them. In fact, you could say Izzy was as far removed from Julian's life and style that he might as well have been from another planet. Julian was stylish and leather and dark colors. Tight fits and accenting lines while Izzy literally grabbed whatever appealed to his needs for weather or comfort. If he could wear his sweat pants and a hoodie for the rest of his life---- he certainly wouldn't have any issue with it, for sure. He was a man of little styling experience and now Julian was mentioning his stylist sending Izzy a few options.

"I can't afford a stylist, Jules," he said quietly, "I can't afford the type of fashion you and probably your friends wear...." His voice was soft and quiet; heavy with a vulnerability and uncertainty Izzy often tried to hide when around Julian. It was clear there was a power divide in the way that Julian saw something he liked, he bought it. He wore it. He could afford any and everything where Izzy worked on a small means of income and now he was trying to play catch up to his celebrity boyfriend. "I don't want you buying me a whole new wardrobe so I can fit in.... It's not fair to you....." Blue eyes lifted from the hole they were burning beneath the toe of his sneakers to catch Julian's gaze slightly, "I'd feel weird if I wore, like....a lot of stuff that's way outta my price range. Like I'm---" Izzy's gaze fell again with a pinch to his features, "Lying."

#sadtempo .#𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰 *˚+.* julian + izzy .#idk if the tag of your url works ...

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paruecake · 2 years

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General update: Well, life has been... interesting lately. I think adopting my kitten just triggered something in me where the delicate sanity I had built up over the last few weeks suddenly came crumbling down and I just lost all my shit. I'm recovering from it but it's slowly getting better.

More crap below the cut -

Pistachio aka my kitten: So my kitten's name is Pistachio! I call her Chio for short though. She's really sweet but also a huge handful. I think things are better now that she isn't confined to my bathroom and she can explore my apartment, but man if I'm not occupying her time when she's awake, she gets into so much mischief! I play with her for several hours a day though. I watched soooo many Jackson Galaxy videos before I adopted her and it really helped me figure out a plan.

I'm a little worried for her when I inevitably have to go into the office occasionally over summer, but I'm hoping she'll be okay. I think I've nullified most of the kitten hazards in my apartment so far. I really hope she doesn't get separation anxiety... She mostly sleeps during the day so she should be okay. Ugh!

She's also super noisy lol. I think she's just a talkative cat, which I love! But other times she just seems like she's meowing into the void and it stresses me out because I don't know what's wrong (if anything) or if she's just bored.

She has her first vet appointment next Friday! I'm actually pretty excited for it because I want to ask the vet a bunch of questions.

Support & mental health: Ugh I'm just really grateful for my mom, my therapist, and my old partner right now. They've been incredibly helpful and supportive these last few days and have helped me figure out how to cope with stuff so much. My mom keeps trying to impress upon me that I don't have to do everything alone and that it's okay to ask her and my brother for help, and that has just been really good to hear. I was in such a dark place on Monday, I really felt like my choices were to either die or to give Chio back to the shelter (I was just terrified that I wasn't going to be able to take care of her properly) and live in shame and depression for the rest of my life.

I think I just need to figure out a new routine and way of life again. There are so many things I'm hesitant of doing or just simply don't have the mental capacity for now that I have Chio in my life. I was enjoying doing things for myself like cooking, cleaning, and just thoroughly enjoying getting ready for the day/bed and all the rituals that come with that. And idk when I got her I feel like it all just flew out the window and suddenly I felt like I didn't have time or the capacity to do anything for myself anymore except the very bare minimum.

I've had kittens in the past but 1) I had a partner or family that I was living with to help me, and 2) I always had another cat around. This time it's just me and her and I was just feeling the pressure so hard. I've been thinking a lot about how this must be only a fraction of the stress that single parents experience, and it only reaffirmed my decision of never ever wanting to have kids lolol. Being responsible for a tiny slightly annoying but adorable kitten is one thing, but being responsible for an entirely separate human bean is another and I know I just do not have the mental fortitude for children. Most days I feel like I can barely take care of myself.

#.txt

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seherie · 2 years

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the invention of love

sita x oc (yes, it’s sapphic)

tw: death, blood, violence

"ARYA!" Daksh cries out, a scream tearing through his body as he falls, blood bathing the earth scarlet.

"Wait, no-" she spins around, trying to reach him in time, adrenaline not allowing her grief to set in as she watched the light leave his eyes.

The young woman's eyes widened as another soldier lunged at her, his silver knife gleaming like molten light as it struck her torso, blood tearing through her body in rapid rivulets as she gasped.

Muffling curses that would've scarred her mother and her mother's mother, she blindly grabs for the closest object, anything sharp, and finds Daksh's shadow dagger. A jarring shock of pain at the thought of his death, but she forces herself to pull through.

The next few moments are a blur as she strikes forward with the rage of a goddess in exile, and in mere moments, the mammoth of a man was on the ground, face contorting in pain before the last etching of oxygen clawed out of his chest.

Arya didn't have the time to process her actions, not when blood unfurled through her clothes, or rather rags that merely suggested her general shape, as a wounded organ would.

"Anna," she choked out, stumbling as she scrambled to his body, pain that closed off her senses as she tried to shake him into life. He wasn’t her brother by blood, but nevertheless was the last remaining fragment of her life back home, of the family she had left behind.

"Please, please, please," she cried, fists beating against the ground while her own body contorted in pain.

She wanted to let go of herself entirely, to crumble in grief and pain, but she could hear the troops clearing in, their overlapping voices as they searched for her.

No, she thought, she couldn't let herself get caught, not after all the bloodshed and sacrifices. She looked down, tears clouding her eyes, knowing what she had to do.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, gripping Daksh's hands before tearing herself away, "But I have to go."

Lifting herself off the ground with a numbness she found terrifying, she turned to look at the man she had killed. God, what have I become?

And so, unable to comprehend what had become of her, she began to run.

She ran until her breath turned ragged, her vision weakened and her legs turned heavier with each blood-soaked step. Her wound was beginning to weaken her senses. She knew she didn't have long.

Water.

She heard water. She stumbles blindly in its general direction, hoping to find some human settlement that would shelter her.

She pushes through a bramble of shrubery, thorns mercilessly tearing through her skin, when she finally stumbled upon a lush lake.

A woman in a plain langa-voni sat by the lake, her body curled inward as though she were in pain, and upon Arya's intrusion, her head snapped around.

A half-scream nearly escaping her lips when she sees the blood-riddled body of Arya Khurana, she immediately rises to her feet. Fingers dropping a crisp, ivory letter into the water behind her in shock. However, neither noticed its disintegration into the lake as the woman stepped forward.

"Please-" Arya managed to choke out, blindly stumbling forward to steady herself.

"Oh, my god," the woman gasps, "Are you alright?"

Arya falls to the ground, her adrenaline no longer carrying her body through its pain, and the woman rushes to catch her in her arms, not worried about the blood that stained her pallu.

"Help me," she whispered, noises distorting in her head.

"Who did this to you?" the woman questions, her panic rising, "Are they still here? Wait- First, let's get you to the village. Hello? Hey, no- please, don't close your eyes. Wait, no- Don’t!"

Sita held the dying woman in her arms, fingers circling around her wrist in an attempt to search for a pulse and finding nothing but a pale strum. Blood smeared across her face, the only sign of life in her body was the desperation with which she clung to a dagger in her hand.

Sita took one look at her face and knew what she had to do.

"Don't worry, I'll save you," she promised.

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my usual victims: @juhiiiiii @maraudersfansassemble @irisesforyoureyes @manwalaage @thewinchestergirl1208 @redirection04 @itsfookingloosah @miriseven @rambheem-is-real @lil-stark @gauri-vishalakshi @contemporarykafka

#rrr #rrr fanfic #sapphic fanfic #sita x oc #sita x arya #man can you tell i like a names #and i like violent women?#i can promise you that both sita and arya are gonna be the girlbossiest girlbosses ever to girlboss #ugh i alr have so many scenarios for them

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elysianslove · 3 years

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I'm so sorry, is this how you send requests? It's my first time, idk 😭 If it's okay, i would request a part 2 of yuuji sharing an s/o with sukuna, but this time the reader is like in danger! danger?! And sukuna goes like totally crazy or smth :)

the way that post blew up i am still so confused at the amount of notes it has but omg thank you so much for requesting this and i’m so sorry it’s late!!! i also wrote hc’s and i hope that’s okay :) <3

we’ve already established that it took sukuna a long time to even come to accept his feelings for you, let alone agree to be in a relationship with you, and to share you with someone.

the thing is, sukuna, although experienced with women/men, is inexperienced when it comes to relationships. he doesn’t expect to feel the way he does whenever he gets the chance to spend time with you, whenever you ask yuuji to switch with him so you could take him out on a date for a change, when there’s an accidental switch between them as you’re in the bath, and all of a sudden he finds your back pressed to his chest and you’re sighing so softly as you relax against him and his arms are wrapped around your middle and your hands are squeezing at his forearms. or whenever you’re about to head to bed and it’s usually yuuji that cuddles you when you’re sleeping since he’s the one out of the two that actually requires sleep, but you sit on your knees and cup yuuji’s face and ask him to switch. and when they do, you press a kiss to sukuna’s mouth, hands so gentle on his face, and whisper goodnight to him and it feels as if he’s in a trance.

so really, the concept of falling for someone is very foreign to him, and even more so, getting attached to a person.

the first time anything happened to you and he had found himself reacting abnormally was when you were cutting up vegetables with yuuji. sukuna lets you enjoy your time with him, especially when it comes to cooking, because personally, he would be very bored and he doesn’t have the talent for it either, opposite to yuuji, who enjoys it so much and manages to make it fun for you too. as you’re cutting up the vegetables, accidentally, you slice at your finger, and instinctively you hiss at the pain, muttering, “ow, ow, ow,” underneath your breath as you clutch at it. there’s more blood than you expected, but it’s not so deep that you’ll need stitches. but at the sound of your voice mumbling and hissing in pain, at the scent of blood from you, sukuna emerged from yuuji without a second thought, and he rushes over to you. he calls you an idiot, scrubbing away at the blood underneath the rush of water, and he seems so angry, but god, it’s not at you.

he hated even the thought of you being hurt. he’s not even sure why it bothers him as much, but he later on figured that it was all part of loving someone. no matter the cut, the bruise, the scar, the pain and the hurt, he’ll fuss over you incredibly, and he’ll seem so irritated, making it as if you were a nuisance, a burden, but you can see through it so easily, because over time, his feelings for you became more and more obvious, and it was harder and harder to hide.

it’s not until he finds out you’re in a life threatening situation does he realize that— maybe he really does love you. maybe you’re not a burden, but a blessing. maybe you’re not holding him down, holding him back, but rather pushing him forward, encouraging him. and when he realizes that you love him, you really, really do, he falls for you even more.

the situation doesn’t entirely matter honestly. yuuji had been informed of it, and even he was having trouble staying composed. the younger boy was trying his best for you, because being off the rails wouldn’t have helped you in any way, and he knew that. the moment he’d heard the words of you being in danger, he struggled so much against yuuji, trying to shift. “i’m stronger, faster, less vulnerable. let me go, idiot.” but yuuji insists against it. he can’t risk it. not with you.

but when yuuji sees you, sees the state you’re in, sees how much they’ve hurt you, the bastards standing so smugly next to you as if you were a token for them to show off. ‘look how well we can afford to hurt your lover,’ their eyes are saying, and yuuji’s resolve crumbles. he can hurt them just as bad, he can hurt them worse, but what sukuna lacks in basic morality, yuuji doesn’t, and he knows it will hold him back. besides, sukuna can hurt them much worse.

so he switches.

there’s a deafening roar the moment the markings appear on yuuji’s skin, as sukuna takes over. he sees red, and he can’t think of anything besides the fact that you’re here, in front of him, but you’re in such bad shape, so bruised and broken and battered, not the way you’re meant to be. there are tears streaming down your face, and your body shakes and trembles and flinches, your chest heaving with sobs and he hates it. he hates it so much. he hated the small cut you’d given yourself back then and he hates this now.

he doesn’t spare the men. he kills them, but not slowly, because that’d be too merciful. yuuji watches from the sidelines within sukuna, his throat closing up at the sight of the men being murdered, and he wants to feel remorse, but he can’t, not with the state you’re in. and the moment they’re gone, the moment sukuna’s ripped their limbs apart and their screams died down, it’s yuuji that falls to his knees before you, grouping you in an embrace and holding you to his chest, chanting by your ear, “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.”

yuuji’s hands are too shaky to bandage you up, so sukuna does it for him, cleaning at your wounds and brushing as soft as he can against your bruises and wrapping you in bandages. he scolds you the whole time, telling you you ought to be more careful, you ought to have him change you into a curse somehow, to make you less vulnerable, more invincible, but there’s a tightness to voice, a strain, a crack, and he refuses to meet your eyes, in fear of the fact that if he were to do so, he would fall apart before you. sukuna hadn’t been scared, scared for you or your life. he was determined in bringing you back home alive, determined to have you sleep in your bed and wake up and make breakfast with yuuji.

but for a moment, even if it were a split second, he had thought of what it would be like if he were to lose you. if you left him. the world was awful enough as it is, coming from a curse himself, the king of curses. he can’t imagine just how much duller it would be without you.

yuuji is the one to push you into bed, to lift a glass of water to your lips, to hold you to his chest. his hands still shake as he cradles you, as he holds you as gently as he can, and when you fall asleep, he whispers out in the dark, “i’m never going to lose you. i promise.”

and sukuna replies, “you don’t have to worry about that. never.”

and he means it.

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The Right Place

This is the third and final part of the trilogy. I can not thank you enough for the endless support. I did not expect to even turn this into a three-parter, but you asked and you shall receive. You guys are amazing!

So Wrong It's Right

What's Wrong is Right

Warning: dark!Peter Parker x reader, dub-con, all characters are of age, pregnancy, abuse, mild non-con touching, violence

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: You're an old troubled friend of May's. Your life consists of being a workaholic, a party animal, and bringing home the shittest of guys for a one-hit-wonder. Just when you get your life in order, you're knocked right back into your old habits. Peter has watched you suffer long enough. He can make it all better.

Taglist: @discoverwhattheworldhastooffer

Your world was in shambles and any move you made to try and fix it only seemed to make what was left crumble. You did not speak with anyone since you had found out you were pregnant, not even May. You did not know what you could even say to her or how you could explain what was going on. You knew she would find out sooner or later, but you had planned on later. You could not even stomach the thought of telling her. It would not be easy and you knew you would probably lose her friendship in the process.

You avoided Peter as much as you could. He always messaged to check up on you, but you would never reply. You were disappointed in yourself. If you had just been the biggest person and moved on, if you had not have gotten drunk, you would not be in this situation right now.

Peter never gave up on you. He had hoped you would come around. That you would understand why your life was going in the direction it was. You needed to get away from the toxicity you surrounded with, especially Chris. You were meant for bigger and better things. You were meant to be more than a housewife. You were to be a mother, a lover, a soulmate. You deserved the world and he wanted so bad to give you it plus more.

You continued to shut him out though. You did not answer his phone calls or his text messages no matter how many times he tried. He sat outside on your fire escape many nights, listening to you crying yourself to sleep. It broke his heart to see you in this situation, but he wishes you would look on the bright side of things. Maybe it was not the greatest timing to have a baby, but it didn't mean your lives were ruined. Sometimes what we want is not always what we need. Sometimes change is required for what we need in our life and you weren't necessarily open to it.

He honestly had tried to give you your space. He stuck to the rooftop above you where you could not see him when you would finally leave the house for work. You always looked so beautiful to him, even if he knew you had been crying all night. If you would just answer his messages, he would not have to go this far.

Peter watched you many mornings on your way to work. He followed your bus all the way to the place he prayed you would never go. He kneeled on top of the building, watching as you stared sadly at the front doors of the clinic. He wished you would turn around. To save him from having to web you down before you got in the building. You were picking at your sweater. No matter the number of times you found yourself standing outside the clinic, you never could bring yourself to even reach for the door.

You were at war with yourself. Peter could tell you fought against the changes, but your heart could not bring you to stop them from happening despite how unhappy you were. It always ended with a sigh and with you proceeding to walk the rest of the way to work. Peter seemed to hold his breath until you walked away.

Work was always a drag now. You had nothing to look forward to anymore but everything in the world to worry about. You stared at your phone as it lay against the computer screen. You rubbed your face tiredly.

You knew it was time to let go of your past. You sighed deeply, taking your phone in your hands and clicking on Chris's old messages. You began typing.

Are you able to come by later?

You noticed he read your message right away. You sat your phone down, still staring at the screen when he responded back.

Of course. Just tell me when, and I’ll be there.

You told him you would message him once you got home. You were sure what time you would get off when it came to your job. You wrote a company and spent the hours necessary to do what you needed to do.

By the time your workday had finally ended, you were having mixed feelings about inviting him over. Being pregnant did not help your feelings from being all over the place. Your thumbs hovered over the keypad on your screen. You were hesitant. Even if he had said he respected whatever you decided, you knew he could not entirely mean that. You quickly typed out that you were home and hit send before you could give yourself time to think almost about it. Maybe you should have thought about it a little longer.

Peter was stuck at school for one of his night classes. He dreaded his night classes now more than ever considering your condition. He had already skipping enough classes due to worrying so much about you. He could not afford to flunk out of school now after all the time and effort he had dedicated already. As much as he wanted to keep an eye on you, he tried to give you room to breathe, to think, and process.

You pushed his bags in the living room by the door, straightening your sweater to keep it off of your stomach. You were not big to others, but to you, you worried if people can tell. You did not want to chance it and certainly not with Chris. You wanted this to go as smoothly as possible.

Your heart almost leaped from your chest at the knock on your door. You slid the chain from the lock and pulled the door open to see his face light up as soon as he saw you.

"Hey there, beautiful."

"Hi." You leaned against the door slightly as you moved out of the way for him to enter.

"I'm so glad you're giving this a second-" He stepped into the apartment, noticing bags of his belongings to the side of him and he grew quiet. "You're not giving me a second chance." He pointed out and you frowned slightly, still standing by the door.

"I think it is what's best for the both of us." Your voice was quiet and calm, but in your mind, it was the hardest thing possible for you to say.

"Is it?" His voice seemed bitter and you looked down at your feet, nodding slowly. Even without looking at him, you could still feel his eyes on you. He turned to face you fully and you hesitated to make eye contact with him.

"It is. I still want the best for you."

"Do you not believe I can change? I don't understand. What can I do to change your mind?" He pressed.

"Please don't think I haven't given this a lot of thought. It consumes my mind to no end. I just need to focus on myself right now."

"Imagine that." It was silent in the room and you glanced at him, only to find him shaking his head with a snicker. "It's not what's best for the both of us. Not for me. This is what's best for you. Can't imagine how I even thought you could be anything but selfish."

"Chris, I just want to keep this civil."

"Good for you." He pulls the door from your grasp and slamming it shut, startling you. "That's all you've ever been, hm? You're gonna have to lose that mindset if you plan on marrying me."

"I don't-"

"You will." He corrected, moving so close you could feel his breath across your face. "I put too much time into this for you to walk away from me."

You swallowed hard. The man who stared back at you was far from familiar. You tried to step around him but he only pushed you back into your place between him and the wall.

"Goddamn it, just get your stuff and go!" You raised your voice and he slapped his hand hard across your cheek. It was strong enough to make you see stars in your eyes. You yelped at the impact and held your cheek as it stung in pain.

"You watch your fucking tone." He stared down at you. He had never hit you before in the years you had been together. He never raised a hand to you, but then again, he never raised one for you either.

You could not imagine how much worse this would get. You left sick to your stomach when he grabbed your chin, tilting your head upright to look at him, stroking his fingers across your stinging cheek as his eyes flickered over your face in thought.

"Truth to be told, I think it's you who needs to change. I put up with so much from you. You had me in the beginning. Thought I was getting this wild, sex-crazed wife, oh, the fun we use to have. The drunken nights." He stiffed a laugh as he let his free hand grab the end of your sweater. "You really had me fooled, didn't you sweetheart?"

You were scared to move. Scared that one wrong move and he would hit you again, maybe worse. You closed your eyes, hoping Peter would answer your prayers. You regretted how much you ever took advantage of his kindness. How long you acted like you never noticed. You had always noticed. You felt his hand push underneath your shirt, and his gaze grazed over your stomach.

You noticed the way his hand froze against the small curve of your rounded stomach and he instantly lifted your shirt to see the problem. Your vision was blurred from your tears as he stared at your stomach with wide eyes. You could tell he was getting pissed.

"Really looks like you've been focusing on yourself." He lets your sweater fall back down over your stomach. His grip was still firm on your jaw, giving you no choice but to look at him. "You have some nerve to leave me. I could bet money it's Parker's. It is, isn't it?"

You could not bring yourself to admit it, but you did not have to.

He shoved your face from his hand, causing you to hit your head hard against the wall as he let you go. "You fucking make me sick."

You tried to keep your sobs quiet, listening to his footsteps moving away from you, listening to him jerking his bags up. "Better it's his problem and not mine." He muttered before slamming the door shut behind him.

You pulled your knees to your chest as you sat up against the wall with a sob. You didn't realize how much you needed Peter until now. You were sure he would have been successful if Peter had not have stopped. You hugged your knees as you tried to catch your breath in an attempt to calm yourself down.

After a moment, you took a deep breath as you pushed yourself to your feet. You let out a whimper quiet, feeling mild cramps in your lower stomach. You frowned as you turned the lock to the door, pressing your forehead against it as you held your stomach from the pain. It only seemed to worsen the longer you stood there. You weren't sure what was going on, but you had a feeling whatever it was, it was not good. You stood like that hoping the cramps would ease, but they never did.

It was close to the end of class when Peter's phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out of his phone slightly to see who it was. He glanced up at the professor who had still proceeded with his lecture and Peter lowered his head to answer. He knew something had to be wrong if you were calling him after all this time of avoiding him.

"Y/n? Is everything okay?"

"I think something is wrong." You whimpered quietly and he raises an eyebrow slightly.

"What do you mean "wrong"? Is the baby okay?" He looked up at the teacher who was making eye contact with him now as he talked.

"I don't know." You answered honestly.

That was all it took to get Peter moving. He grabbed his books off of his desk and tossed them in his bag while he scrambled from the classroom.

"It hurts." You rubbed your lower stomach like you always did when you had cramps before. Cramps were normal, but with being pregnant, you could never be too sure what they really meant.

"I know, love. I'm so sorry. Hang tight. I'm on my way." He reassured you as he sprinted out of the building.

---

You lay back on the hospital bed, sighing as Peter ran his hand over your bump in gentle circles. For once, you let him. Your cramps had surprisingly lessened since Peter had shown up, but he did not want to take any chances. It was better to be safe than sorry. He was so worried about you and the baby.

Nurses had been in and out of the room, doing blood work, swabbing, anything necessary to get to the bottom of this. Peter was quiet as he sat on the side of the hospital bed, focused on the massage he was giving your stomach. This was the first time he had touched you since the night you found out you were pregnant.

You could not help back to smile slightly to yourself as his long gentle fingers worked over your skin. He must have sensed your stare because it was not long before his eyes glancing up to meet your stare.

He raised an eyebrow curiously. "Is this okay? I'm not making it worse, am I?"

You shook your head. "It's fine. I'm just watching."

He smiled at you while he continued his massage to your tummy. His eyes looked toward the door when a nurse came in, rolling some equipment over to the bedside.

"Miss. Y/l/n, your lab work should not be much longer. If you do not mind, I would like to do an ultrasound to check on the baby. Is that okay with you?"

You nodded and Peter took his hands back to let her work. She rolled over a chair, taking some gel and squirting some across your lower stomach. The nurse rolled the transducer over the gel and smearing it in as she applied some pleasure in search of a heartbeat. You watched her roam your stomach, biting your bottom lip. Your eyes widened slightly when the sound of the baby's beating heart filled the room. Once the nurse got a clear view, she turned the screen to show you and Peter what she was seeing.

You looked over at the monitor, your heart fluttered slightly at the first sight of your baby. That was your baby, even if it was only a little bean now. You could not stop the smile from forming on your lips. This little bean was life was growing inside of you. This brought a whole new light to your pregnancy. It was like a light had switched on. You did not know how to explain the overwhelming feeling. It felt more real after seeing him or her.

Peter was just as taken back as you. His grin never faded at the sight of your baby. It only made him 10x more eager to be a dad.

"Look at that. Already looks like me." Peter teased and you giggled, considering he or she was not much more than a heartbeat at the moment.

"I can definitely see it." You grinned as Peter rest his hand over yours, sliding his fingers between yours. He brought your hand to his lips before pressing a kiss to the back of it. You watched him kiss your hand and shivered slightly. You did not know what to think of everything at this point.

The nurse checked the baby's heartbeat before turning to the computer behind her and check your lab results with a quiet hum as she scrolled through your charts.

"Well, it seems like everything is just fine. Your baby is certainly healthy and has one of the strongest heartbeats I have ever heard." You looked over at Peter and he only grinned. You could thank Peter for that and all of his spidey senses.

"Your blood pressure was pretty high though and considering your history, your blood pressure has always been perfect. Have you been stressed out lately?" She looked back at you and you nodded slightly.

You were ashamed at how stressed you had let yourself get. "Well, I won't ask for details but if it is anything I can help you with, I would be happy to help. If not, I would stay to keep the stress to a minimum. Your baby does feel anything you feel, so some things can be too much and really take a toll on them." She explained. "Think of this as your baby reminding you to breathe."

You smiled, feeling Peter giving your hand a warm squeeze.

"If your blood pressure does continue to be high, we will see if we can do something to help." You nodded again as she made out some prints of your ultrasound and handing them to you. "If you don't have any questions, I'll let one of the other nurses know and they can keep your paperwork ready for you to go home." She took a paper towel and wiped your stomach clean before tossing it.

With that, she gathered up her equipment before rolling it out of the room with her. You pulled your sweater back down over your stomach.

"Hear that. Now do me a favor and leave all of the worrying up to me." He looked up at you as your eyes stayed glued to your ultrasound prints. His eyes flickered over your face, landing on the bruising mark on your cheek. He reached up, moving a piece of hair back of your face to get a better look. You flinched at the contact. Peter seemed taken back by your flinch.

"What happened? How'd you get that?" You kept your head down with a small frown.

"I invited Chris over to get his stuff. He thought I was taking him back. He didn't take it well." You explained and his eyes widened.

"He hit you?!" You reached Peter's hand as he started to jump up from the bed. "I'll kill him. I swear to you-"

"Peter, please. It's over with now." You assured him, tugging his hand to pull him back to the bed to sit down again. "He's not worth it."

Peter frowned, letting out a deep sigh before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. He did not want to stress you any more than you had already been. "I'm sorry he did that to you. I wish I could have been there."

"Honestly, I needed this. It made letting go of him a lot easier."

"Was that all he did?"

You grew quiet.

"Did he..."

"No, he didn't." You shook your head after he could finish his sentence. "He saw that I was pregnant and left."

Peter tried to keep his composure as his fist clenches out of your sight. He could not imagine how someone could lay a single finger on you with intentions to hurt you. He was quiet. He was trying to hold it together for your sake.

"He didn't say anything?"

You stayed quiet for a moment, rubbing your thumb across the print. "Just that he was glad it was your problem and not his." You shrugged your shoulders slightly. "Even though it's not a problem, I am glad it's you and not him. I can't imagine what it would be like to have a baby with someone that selfish."

His clenched fist loosened at your words and his eyes softened. He could not believe his ears. Were you really saying this?

His cheeks blushed a deep shade of red. "You mean that?"

You smiled at him with a nod. "I do. You're so selfless and care so much about what you can do for others. Even though I've been selfish, you still stuck by my side. I honestly couldn't ask for a better father for my baby."

His smile widened as he looked at you, resting his hand on your small bump. "Our baby."

You rested your hand on top of his with a smile, nodding your head. "Our baby." You agreed.

---

It was not long after that the nurse gave you the okay to leave. Peter had stopped to get you something to eat before he took you home. He wanted to make sure you had been fed. All of the little things like this had slowly pulled you closer Peter. You were not used to how observant and patient he was. As much as you knew how wrong your whole situation was, you could not help but to give in to it. Despite your age, Peter had treated you better than any other guy you had been with. Even better than the one you had been with for years. Peter was the blessing you never knew you needed. He was the blessing in disguise.

He held onto your hand, walking up the steps to your apartment and using the keys to unlock the door for you. He didn't expect you to let him stay. All he wanted was to make sure you were okay before he left you alone.

"Thank you for everything." You looked up at him as you both stood in front of your door.

He smiled down at you. "You don't have to thank me."

"You know I owe you."

He rolled his eyes playfully. "You don't owe me anything. You're having our baby. I consider that payment enough." He teases, his hands resting on your waist. He could not help but touch you. In every possible, he would if he could. Your cheeks blushed at his response, looking down but Peter let his finger hook underneath your chin to tilt your head back up. Your lips were barely an inch apart when the moment was quickly ruined.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" A familiar voice pulled you from your moment, making your heart sink to the pit of your stomach when the realization hit. You did not even have to look over to know it was May. Her face was red in anger when your eyes met hers. "You ignore me for weeks and when I come to check on you, you're smacking lips with my nephew?! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Your lips parted to say something, but no words came out. You did not where to begin with explaining yourself to her. You knew this was all wrong, but it was all too late.

"I thought you were hurt, but obviously, you're perfectly fine." She was fuming.

You never wanted her to find out this way. You wished you had more time to think about it and figure out a better way, but this was it. This was the moment of truth and you were terrified to lose your best friend. You felt tears forming in your eyes and Peter frowned.

"Aunt May, stop."

"Stop?! I'm not going to stop! You're not going to use my nephew so you can get over your worthless ex-boyfriend."

"Aunt May!"

You fought to hold back your tears until you could not anymore. You felt the tears running down your face. As much of a low blow that was, you felt you deserved to hear it. "Peter, i-it's okay." You struggled to form your words. You were hurt, embarrassed, ashamed.

"No, it's not." He shook his head, pointing a finger at May as she stood only a few feet distance from the two of you by her car. "You've gone too far."

"I don't understand how you think this is okay, Y/n." She shook her head, ashamed at you.

"I didn't expect for it to be like this. I didn't mean for any of this to happen." You confessed.

"Just like you never meant for all those one-night stands to happen huh? I trusted you!" She yelled, making you flinch. You hung your head in defeat, glancing at Peter with sad eyes before going inside. You could not stomach the rest of the conversation without sobbing. You tried to calm yourself once you were inside.

"That's enough!" Peter yelled suddenly. "I am capable of making my own decisions. I don't need you to decide what is best for me, Aunt May. I'm not here against my will and neither is she."

"She's supposed to be my friend." She didn't know what to make of this.

"You're supposed to be my Aunt! You knew how hard I crushed over her. For years you knew."

"I thought it was just a crush."

He moved closer to her in the parking lot. It was never just a crush. He was head over heels for you. "I love her. I've always loved her. You're can either respect it or accept it, because it's either way, she's pregnant and nothing is going to change that." He stood by her car.

Her mouth fell open in shock. She did not know what to think. Never in a million years would have thought this would happen, but then again never would have you.

"Pregnant?" Her voice was quiet.

He nodded. "I'm gonna be a dad, Aunt May." He pulled his copy of the prints out of his wallet and showing them to her.

She was at a loss for words. He was right. There was nothing she could do about that. May stared at the prints for a moment, trying to process everything in the short time it had all happened.

"Peter... I don't understand..."

"She almost had a miscarriage today because she's been stressing herself out over Chris. You're not going to take this away from me." He looks down at her, taking the prints back from her." He looked down at her as she stared back with a small frown. "Go home, Aunt May before we both do something we'll regret. You can come back when you're ready to apologize for this." He held the car door open for her and she hesitated before slowly getting in the car.

She knew she was in the wrong for how she had handled things, but Peter did not give her the chance to even risk making things worse. Peter felt deep in his heart despite everything she would come around. She would realize how happy you made him and she would accept it, but for now, she needed to leave.

Peter walked back to your front door, knocking on the door with a sigh. After a few moments, you moved from your spot on the couch to answer the door. You opened it slightly to see Peter and you glanced behind him at May's car pulling out of the parking lot.

"How are you?" He frowned when he saw your red watery eyes.

"I feel awful."

He sighed when you finally let go of the door and he stepped inside of the apartment. He let the door close behind him. His arms wrapped around your body instantly, pulling you against mine as he hugged you, resting his head against yours and kissing the top of it. "I'm so sorry. I know it's hard to believe now, but she'll come around. Just give her some time."

"She was going to find out sooner or later. I expected that reaction. I just wasn't prepared for it right now." You pointed out as your head rested against his chest, letting him hold onto you.

You closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat. You relaxed in his arms. Your eyes were burning from all the tears shed. Peter scooped your body up in his arms bridal style, carrying you down the hall to the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, sliding into the bed with you as his arms naturally found their way around your waist. Your head fell to his chest as you got lost in your thoughts for a moment.

"I'm starting to think I can never make the right choices." You admitted, laughing slightly to yourself and Peter tilted your head up to look at him.

His lips pressed a kiss to your nose. "Sometimes, the wrong choices bring us to the right places." He assured you before leaning in to close the space between your lips and kissing your lips.

He was true to word. No matter how much you held yourself back, every wrong choice you had ever made in your life brought you to this moment with Peter. This opportunity with Peter to finally get your life right. It was your chance to allow yourself the happiness you knew you both deserved.

End Credits Scene

He was not sure how long he had been sitting with his wrists and ankles restrained to a chair in the middle of a dark room. Maybe hours. It even could have been days. He was not sure. His eyes blinked rapidly to adjust to the light that poured into the room when he finally heard a heavy door open.

"Oh good, you're awake." He was covered in sweat from fear and the heat of the closed-off room. He could make out bits of a red and blue suit. His eyes must have been playing tricks on him. When his eyes finally adjusted to the light, his eyes widened at the sight of Spiderman in front of him. He did not understand what was going on. Spiderman is supposed to save people.

His mouth was covered with solid webbing so he could not speak.

"I'm sure you're wondering why you're here." Peter moved closer to him as he spoke. He leaned down, ripping the webbing from Chris' mouth and making him cry out in pain from the grip it had on his skin. "You see Chris if there's one thing I hate, it's people who hurt the people I care about."

"W-What are you talking about? I haven't done anything."

"Don't play dumb." Peter gritted his teeth underneath his mask, backhanding Chris across the face before gripping his jaw. "You know exactly what you did, but that's okay because it won't happen again. You'll never touch Y/n again. I'll make sure of that."

Blood dripped from Chris's mouth from how hard Peter hit him. "I should fucking kill you for putting your hands on her." He smirked to himself when Chris starts squirming under his grip. "But I won't."

"I won't. I won't touch her again. I swear-"

"Oh, I know you won't." Peter let go of his jaw before backing up towards the door again.

"W-Where are you going? Aren't you going to let me go?" Chris started to panic as Peter pulled his mask off for Chris to see his face. He wanted this to be the last thing he saw if he died and the thing he would definitely remember if he lived.

"I didn't say I was going to let you go. I said I wasn't going to kill you." He smiled and Chris's mouth fell open slightly at the sight of Peter Parker standing before him. "I was thinking we could make a game out of this. I hear you like games. Let's see just how important you really are. I'm gonna leave you here and we're gonna see if your friends succeed with their search party if they even send one out. I can't imagine what they would care about scum like you for, but I guess we'll see. I give you about 48 hours before your body finishes you off itself. That should give you more than enough time to think about what I've said. That's if you do make it and I don't really have faith that's gonna happen, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. I expect you to get the hell out of New York. I promise to you if ever see you again, I'll kill you."

Chris swallowed hard as Peter stood in the doorway once more, the sun outlining his figure at the door. He was scared of the possibility of not being found. He was furious that a guy like Peter was capable of putting him in a situation like this.

"They'll find me and when they do, you're a dead man, Peter Parker." He pulled at the restraints on his arms with all of his might but he did not stand a chance against the webbing. Peter made it look so easy.

Peter grinned at Chris's promise. He loved the challenge. The possibility that even if someone did find him, he would have the pleasure of killing him himself. It amused Peter that Chris could even have the nerve to threaten him in the position he was in.

"Well, let the game begin." He gave a wave as he started to pull the door closed. Chris yelled to the top of his lungs until the heavy metal door ceased his screams.

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kurokens · 3 years

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You are a monster from Hell | Gojo Satoru

anime/manga: jujutsu kaisen

character: gojo satoru

words: 1.1k

pronouns: none

request: "hey~~~ can i req an angst with gojo where the reader and him like each other but he pushes the reader away by being mean, you can come up with whatever reason you think will be best for gojo being mean UwU"

notes: hey! i'm so sorry this took me so long to write, i made it really angsty and it may have not been what you were expecting, im sorry... I hope you will still like it! again, still not an native english speaker so sorry for any mistakes.

not proof read

song rec: wrote this listening to this magnificient cover

genre: angst

warnings: a lot of angst, death, gojo is a fucking asshole, my writing

The first time Gojo met you, he thought you were the nicest person he had ever met, always so polite, unless the person didn’t deserve your kindness, and your smile always seemed to be illuminating the entire place. So, it was no surprise that he found himself gravitating towards you whenever you were in the room, searching for the warmth you would provide him just by being the amazing person you were. It wasn’t long before he realised that his feelings for you were growing stronger, and he wasn’t dumb, he could see that it was the same for you. The way you looked at him when you thought he wasn’t looking, or how you would always get out of your way to find new sweets for him to taste. Gojo knew that all he had to do was to confess to you and you two could be together, but he couldn't. Something was scaring him, maybe the concept of love, or just the thought of not being able to protect you and losing you to a curse. And this was enough to completely change the way he acted towards you, he went to being the nicest when you were around, to a complete jerk every time you were in a hearing distance from him.

“Heard you failed to exorcise yet another curse, quite a shame for a special grade 1 sorcerer don’t you think?” The white-haired man said in a taunting manner.

“Not now Satoru, I’m not in the mood.” You replied, truly not in the right state of mind to deal with another day of the annoying teacher bullying you.

“Oh, what’s that? Is someone moody because they couldn’t get rid of a weak ass curse, and had to get saved yet once again by the one and only Gojo Satoru?” He mocked you once more, looking down on you while floating above where the curse once was.

“Satoru, I said not now.” You started losing your temper all while trying to keep applying pressure on your wound, all you wanted was to go back to the school, get treated and sleep. But Gojo apparently had other plans.

“Why? Are you too scared to face the truth? About how you’re not, and never were fit to be a jujutsu sorcerer, and yet you keep being stubborn, and risk your life while you know you should just quit.” He continued, not once asking if you were okay.

“Stop it, please.” You barely managed to let out between broken sobs, but it didn’t stop him and he just kept going on and about how you were an incompetent sorcerer, and you just tuned him out, too tired and used to his harsh words to care anymore.

In all honesty, you weren’t sure why you were crying. Was it because Gojo’s words were hurting you, or was it because deep down you knew he was right? You knew you never really were cut to be a jujutsu sorcerer, and you never wanted to. Yet, here you were, bleeding out from the injury the curse inflicted you, having to listen to the person you once liked tell you how you sucked at your job and how you were sure to lose your life one day, and he was right.

‘What a pitiful way to die.’ You told yourself, sitting yourself down against a wall, Gojo’s voice gradually fading to a mere buzzing sound in your ear. And while you were slowly losing grip of your consciousness you wondered to yourself how the two of you ended like this, you used to be so close.

“And how is my favourite human doing today?” You asked after feeling a presence behind you.

“I’m honoured by this title. I would say I’m doing amazing now that I’m with you. How is the second best sorcerer doing?” Gojo replied, throwing an arm around your shoulder to walk with you.

“Well, you already answered that one.” You teased, laughing when you heard him gasp right in your ear.

“I would have you know, that I am the best sorcerer there is. Apologise right now or face my wrath.” The extravagant teacher urged you with a pout forming on his face.

“Okay here, would that be enough for you, your majesty?” You laughed while offering some sweets you brought back from your last mission.

“Hm, let me taste them and then I will decide your fate.” The sorcerer answered, taking one of the treats from your hand.

“You’re a man child.” Shaking your head at his antics.

"But that's how you like me." The tall man teased, sticking out his tongue like a 4 years-old would do.

“Cat got your tongue now? Can’t give even your snarky comments anymore?” The white-haired man haughtily said, shaking his head at your lack of reply. "And I am the man child, you're pathetic."

“Your senior is talking to you, the least you could do is answer you know, that’s called common decency.” He insisted, only to be once again met with a morbid silence.

“Stop ignoring me now, you’re being childish. You should be used to all of this by now, you’re not telling me that this was the last straw? Are you that weak?” The jujutsu sorcerer mocked.

“Hey, I’m being for real now. Answer me.” He tried once more, slightly growing worried at your lack of response.

Gojo slowly landed a few feet away from you, calling your name restlessly only to be met with silence each time. Before he could even think it through, he was crouching next to you, shaking your body in hope to hear you say anything to him. The strongest sorcerer of them all crumbling down at the sight of your bloody body.

“Please, say anything, please talk to me, just say you’re not dead, please.” His words came out rushed, his panic evident for anyone to see, but he couldn't care less, not when your life was on the line. “I’m begging you please, anything. Please not you too, please don't leave me as well.” His movements were frantics.

Part of him knew his actions were useless, he could definitely feel the weight of your lifeless body in his arms, and how cold your skin was growing, but another part of him refused to believe it. And the reason was simple, he could have saved you, he arrived in time, he could have taken you to Shoko, he could have definitely prevented this, but he didn’t. You died, and it was all his fault. The sole reason he started acting this way towards you, his biggest fear, actually came true, and he was the cause of it.

Gojo Satoru was always told he was the strongest sorcerer, that he would save a lot of lives with his six eyes, but right now he couldn't see it. Not when he couldn't protect you out of all people. Gojo wasn't the greatest sorcerer, he was a monster from hell.

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thesmokingguns · 3 years

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Off To the Races

Pairing: Nikki Sixx!Douglas Booth

Request: Off To The Races by Lana Del Rey

Summary: You are my one true love. She is there for him at all of his worst moments. Coaxing him through his high, making him smile and laugh. She’s at parties dancing with her red smile calling for him. She’s swimming in the pool when he’s drunk and stoned. She’s there through it all. No ones loved Nikki like her. All consuming. His only thought. She is his entire world. And his works is crumbling.

Warning: Heavy themes of drug use, drug induced hallucinations, alcohol abuse, suicidal thoughts.

Word Count: 2270

Taglist: @littlemisscare-all @ayablackwood @agroupiewhore@thenobodies-inc @dannasixxworld @val-sixx@nikkisqueenofsleaze @rocknrollsoul76 @aggressive-slytherin

My old man is a bad man, but

I can't deny the way he holds my hand

And he grabs me, he has me by my heart

He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past

He doesn't mind I have a L.A. crass way about me

He loves me, with every beat of his cocaine heart

My eyes are heavy, fingers twisting the belt around my arm to loosen the pressure. The needle drops to the floor, the carpet holding any sound in. Blinking, looking around the cramped closet I see my journal, my revolver, and more smack for after this dosage.

What a life.

My head rolls back smacking the wood paneling with a dull thud that vibrates through me. My hands shaking, waves of fingers in front of me. There’s a bit of blood coming from the injection pin prick in my arm and I’m find myself stumbling to my feet, sweeping the gun off the floor and tucking it in the waistband of my jeans as I head to the bathroom.

It’s washing over me, the feeling I’m always chasing. The fleeting moment of happiness is like a warm blanket wrapping itself around me.

The giggle stops me in my tracks, eyes searching the hallway searching for her. I thought she had left after our last fight. She called me a quitter and was mad I was giving up my partying ways. She loved to have a good time and she thought I was giving up on her.

Guess she was wrong.

The flash of brown hair catches my attention and I’m stumbling, laughing as I chase her through the house. Her laughter was infectious and made me forget about the blood dripping down my forearm.

In the kitchen she turns, giving me that megawatt smile that felt like my heart was feeling something other than the melancholy that usually filled it. She stops and lets me catch her, letting me wrap my arms around her holding her close to me. Smelling the exotic sweetness of her hair as she engulfs me with her golden skin, bangles tinkling down her arms like a musical number.

Safe and warm, happiness and euphoria of her presence with me here. The place that was my Mecca of solitude. Pulling back, confused for a second I try to think about how she got here.

“How did you get in?” As if she senses the confusion in my voice she kisses me, giving me no doubt she is here with me. Warm and solitude against my skin, fire in my veins.

“You let me in.” She purred, letting her mouth kiss along my jawline. Soft hot breath tickling me as she pressed against me, bumping the gun as she rolled her body against mine. “It looks like you’re locked and loaded, ready to go.” Her hands in my hair as she’s touching parts of me I forgot existed.

God I missed this.

Swimmin' pool glimmerin', darling

White bikini off with my red nail polish

Watch me in the swimmin' pool, bright blue ripples

You sittin', sippin' on your Black Cristal, oh yeah

Light of my life, fire of my loins

Be a good baby, do what I want

Light of my life, fire of my loin

I wake up with a gasp.

What time is it? What day is it? Where am I?

Looking around, frantic panic as I realize I’m asleep in the lawn chair by the pool. An empty bottle of Jack Daniels is smashed beside me, glass decorating the concrete in sharp glares of warning.

The sound of a splash throws me off and there she is. Her brown hair wet as she rests her elbows outside the pool, placing her head in her hands with that gleaming smile.

“Well hello sleepyhead. Did you have good dreams?” I don’t know if she’s asking out of kindness or mocking me. I’m drenched in sweat, possibly from falling asleep in the LA afternoon but most likely from the night terrors that always haunt me.

I dreamt I was running. From who or from what was the issue. Everything in my brain was foggy. My eyes snapped up at the setting sun. Has it been a full day already? Was it longer?

The phone rang from inside the house and I knew it must be someone from the band calling or my drug dealer. One of those felt more important than the other and I wasn’t ready to admit which one that was.

I got up, swearing as a piece of glass cut open my door, glaring as she giggle and dipped under the water. A trail of blood followed me into the house as I picked up the phone.

“Hello.” My voice felt gruff and it hurt to talk, like I hadn’t used it in a while. My head was killing me and I felt ready to throw up.

What the fuck had I been doing?

“Jesus Nikki, we’ve been trying to reach you for a week.” A week? I had lost hours, maybe a day here and there but a whole week. Jesus Christ. “Are you okay man? Why don’t you come out tonight with us?” Tommy was begging me and I sighed.

I was embarrassed. I didn’t want everyone to see me when I had been on a bender. I hadn’t seen what I looked like yet but I was sure that it was like hell.

“I don’t know, T-Bone. I think I have the flu or something. I just don’t feel great.” It wasn’t exactly a lie.

Something fluttered beside me and there she was. A white dress on her thin frame. How had she dried off and changed so quickly? Was I loosing more time? Eyes shining as she held out a silver platter of white powder. She loved to party and must have known that my band would want to see me out. At least if I was doing coke with them they didn’t have to worry about finding me dead.

“Where are you going to be?” I relented, watching her twirl. The energy coming off her was exhilarating and I wanted to join her in the ever present state of delight.

My nose was down against the lines, snorting messily, my brain burning, eyes widening as I sniffed a few times to get the whole lot out of my nose. Wiping and then turning to her.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and ready to go out on the town.” She was leading me to the bathroom. My blood rushing everywhere as I was alive and awake and fucking ready to party.

I need you to come here and save me

I'm your little scarlet, starlet, singin' in the garden

Kiss me on my open mouth

Ready for you

Why had I agreed to go to a club?

In the booth we had a mess of drugs, pills and coke scattered on the table like appetizers. Bottles of booze and half empty beer bottles added to the maze of debauchery.

How long have I been here?

I couldn’t remember driving or even getting to the club. All I could remember was hands all over me in the shower, washing the filth off myself. The gentle voice reminded me to wear long sleeves to hide my track marks.

My eyes searched for her. In the sea of women I was sure she would stand out. But all the flashing lights and the noise was confusing me.

The room was spinning, the conversation around me overwhelming me and I could feel Tommy’s hand on my back. My head rolled back, the club's lightning needed to be updated.

A hand was smacking my face and I saw Tommy, wide eyed, looking at me before I turned to the table, throwing up the only thing I had in my body. Brown liquid shot out, mixed with the acid in the stomach. It didn’t stop for what felt like a full minute.

When I finished, puke leaking down in steady droplets to the floor I grabbed a beer tang I had missed and chugged the foamy substance down. I tried not to make eye contact with the people giving us disgusting sneers.

“Oh baby, why don’t you let me take you home? Let me take care of you.” Her hands wrapped around me and I turned, nodding. Confused looks from everyone as I climbed out, reaching for her to take me back into the safety of her arms.

Light of his life, fire of his loins

Keep me forever, tell me you own me

Light of your life, fire of your loins

Her fingers were in my hair as I laid on her lap. The fire from my lighter hitting my pipe as I inhaled and exhaled the sweet delight.

Freebasing in my closet. But at least I wasn’t alone. I had her with me and that changed my usual mood of wanting to slit my wrists or press the gun against my head and pulling the trigger. Painting the inside of my closet with bits of skull fragments and blood-

“Come back to me.” Her voice was lulling me out of the dark place, pressing against my temples and using the magic of her voice to help me. She was the only one that was always there for me. Always making me feel better and dragging me from the pain of my life. Holding me in her arms, compassion and understanding.

She never judged me.

“Have we been here long?” She knew I liked to keep my responsibilities. I wanted to keep my appearance as the rockstar. I couldn’t let anyone know how bad that it had gotten. How I couldn’t stop. How doing drugs was the best part of my life. My one true love.

Except her. She was the one thing I loved more than drugs.

“You have band practice in a few hours.” She reminded me. Her voice was steady and calm, fingers running through my hair and keeping me calm as I took another hit.

I just needed a little more time before I could see anyone. Just a little more time in the closet with her holding me before going out into the world.

“Nikki, don’t let them tell you to give me up. I love you Nikki. Aren’t I the only one who has always been there for you? No one else cares for you like I do. They see you as a rockstar or as a junkie. But I see you. I see you.” Her words promised and I nodded my head, agreeing with her words. She was still so calm, even with the edge to her voice. The words stuck with me.

She saw me and I saw her too.

I'm sorry that I'm misbehaving

I'm your little harlot, starlet, Queen of Coney Island

Raisin' hell all over town

Sorry 'bout it

I didn’t want to go to band practice. I didn’t want them to see my shaking hands or ask my stupid fucking questions that didn’t matter.

At least she had agreed to go with me. Her brown hair wrapped in one of those silky driving scarfs like the 1960s, big sunglasses to hide the hangover in her eyes that she was surely feeling after we had partied. Her hand was on his lap, keeping him steady as he drove to the practice space.

Walking inside, I hide my eyes behind big sunglasses, I could feel the sweat glistening like a second skin on my body. Anxiety crippling me as I licked my lips wanting to get back to my house.

My eyes followed her, watching her move around the instruments shooting me a smile as she ran her hands down my bass. I couldn’t help but smile back at her.

“Yo, Nikki, are you okay?” Tommy’s voice made me turn away from her nodding as I sat down hard on the couch. I had never brought a girl to practice before so I was sure they were surprised to see her. To see me so happy with someone.

“Come here.” I held my arms open, watching her smile as she bounced towards me twisting around the guys as they watched me. The brunette plopped down on my lap and I held her close looking out at them.

“What are you playing at?” Vince asked, the confusion was written across his face and I felt angry. Vince had been parading chicks through band practice for years. And now he was acting like this? Fucking asshole.

“Cmon, show her some respect, dicks.” She was shifting in my arms holding onto me and purring sweet words in my ears, my eyes closing and only coming awake when Vince kicked my shin.

“Show who respect?” My eyes went up to look at her but she was glaring at them. Her eyes were on fire as if she was protecting me from the band.

“Nikki, we should go. Let’s go home and I’ll take care of you. You don’t need this. I don’t need this. This was a bad idea, Nikki. A very bad idea.” She was getting up tugging at me to leave.

“My girl.” I was standing gesturing at her beside me, watching the way her dark eyes were slits now. Anger so clear as she tried to wrap herself around me and get me away from them.

They sat there, no one saying a word as they looked at each other and than a me. I turned to look at her, panic was there as she stepped forward touching my face, my eyes closing at the sweet caresses from her fingers. My skin feeling alive like bristling fire under her touch

“It’s me and you Nikki. Don’t forget how I love you. I love you always. No judgement. No-“

“Nikki, no ones there.” Tommy’s voice came out soft and I turned to look from her to him, feeling the slender hand slip out of mine. I went to tell her to wait but she was gone.

Whirling around I saw it was just the band in the space, no mystery brunette anywhere in sight. I collapsed on the couch gripping my hair as my teeth gnashed together.

This was the furthest it had come. The lowest point of my drug addiction. In my loneliness I had created a woman out of heroin. Someone to make me feel less alone when I shot up.

I created love through a needle and that was when I knew I needed to stop if I ever wanted to love anything again.

I'm not afraid to say that I'd die without him

Who else is gonna put up with me this way?

I need you, I breathe you, I'll never leave you!

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